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From: Homer Vargas <vargas111@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Girl from "Principles" (MC, Fdom, FF, preg)
Date: Mon,  4 Nov 2002 00:10:04 -0500
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Title: Girl from "Principles"
Author: Homer Vargas
Part:
Universe:
Keywords: MC, Fdom, FF, preg
Summary: Erotic adventures in the jungles of South
America.  Sequel to "Principles."
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 4/23/99
Last Edited 11/02/02 


Girl from "Principles" (MC, Fdom, FF, preg)

Hi, again.  You may have heard about me (No, I'm not
going to tell you my name.) from this nice Mr. Vargas.
 Some time ago he wrote about me in a story he called
"Principles" and it came out real nice.  If you
haven't already, maybe you should stop now and go read
that story at 

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Vargas/www/ 
on Kristen's page, or 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Vargas/

otherwise, some of what I am going to let Mr. Vargas
tell you now won't make much sense.

Back when I let Mr. Vargas write the first story,
everything about my life was wonderful.  I had a
wonderful husband -- my Josh -- who is also a
wonderful lover and a wonderful daddy to my ten
children and the wonderful father of nine of them. 
(See, that's what I mean about reading the other story
first!)  We were living in a beautiful house
surrounded by flowers in the capital of the South
American country where Josh worked for a major oil
company.  He was making sure the company didn't damage
the environment as they explored for oil.

Rachel and Courtney were happy in the seventh and
eighth grades of the International School and FAR too
popular with the local boys in the grades ahead of
them.  Steve, Roy, Beth, Ruthie, and Jennifer were in
elementary school and Jeffie was in kindergarten. 
Billy and Vickie were at that adorable rug-rat stage. 
Best of all, I had just found out that Josh had made
me pregnant again -- this time with no fuss.

The only problem was that Maria and Consuelo, who help
me with the house, Rosita, who helps look after the
babies, and even Lupe, our cook's 18 year-old daughter
all got pregnant about the same time I did.  I guess
it was the "dorm room" effect; the menstrual cycles of
women who live close together become synchronized. 
[Thanks for the word, Homer.]  It didn't take too much
detective work to figure out who was responsible for
all those plump little bellies from the way that
Consuelo, Maria, Rosita, and Lupe mooned at Josh every
time they saw him and the sheepish glances he
returned.

Eventually they all confessed when I made it clear I
could hardly blame them and that I was upset only
about their poor timing.  Apparently it happened back
when I was in the hospital for a few days with a
parasite attack.  (Amazing!  Josh goes into the jungle
and eats snakes and bugs and never comes down with
anything.  I try to be careful and become a banquet
for a zoo of the little bichos.)  Josh and I worked
out that our Martita was conceived the night Josh
sneaked in to my hospital room after hours.  The nuns
who run the place wouldn't let him come back again at
any hour after they found him in bed with me "keeping
my spirits up" so well I was screaming at the top of
my lungs when he made me come.

Well, while Madam was away, her "faithful employees"
and Lupe, the little minx, decided to take compassion
on my poor horny husband (and I suppose find out if he
was really as good in the sack as they could guess
from my wild cries of passion every night as Josh
fucked me).  It wasn't difficult.  When Josh goes
several days without sex he gets preternaturally
horny.  [Stop putting words like that in my mouth,
Homer!]  That's one reason I always try to keep him
well nailed down -- that, and that I love fucking him.
 But after our little misadventure in the hospital,
Josh was high, dry, and spry.  Any woman -- especially
those four -- could see it.

Lupe offered to cook that weekend in place of her papa
who left for his home village.  With typical masculine
insight, Josh didn't notice anything out of the
ordinary when Consuelo and Rosita didn't take their
usual day off that Saturday, either.  Josh worked that
morning, but was home for lunch.  Lupe put on a
spread.  Rosita had bundled the older kids off to
their friends' houses for the weekend and the babies
-- well they were there for inspiration, I guess. 
Josh, I'm sure, suspected nothing, not that he didn't
enjoy having three pretty round women and one
eye-popping girl hovering over him.  He probably
thought nothing was amiss when he saw them all in
short flared skirts and ample bosoms showcased in
frilly blouses.  I'll bet his prick was thinking about
it, though.

Maria, who was orchestrating everything, made sure
that Josh had a second and then a third glass of wine
with his lunch.  She even slipped something in the
last glass that knocked him for a loop.  As soon as he
go up from lunch he wobbled, said he guessed he needed
a siesta, and headed off to bed -- just where the
horny bitches wanted him.  He later told me he didn't
remember Maria guiding him up stairs to our bedroom
and he even denies he knew that she helped him
undress.  But I don't believe he didn't know when she
slipped her warm, naked, brown body into bed with him
and helped herself to his cock!  She told me that even
half zonked he fucked her better than any man she'd
ever known.  That part I believe!

Maria had intended to have a nice little ride and get
off.  Well, she got off -- so well that she never
wanted to get off.  Consuelo and Rosa practically had
to drag her out of bed Josh so they could have their
go at him.  The four vixens took turns fucking my
out-of-it man all afternoon and night.  Josh says he
only really woke up the next morning when he
discovered Lupe astraddle him screaming obscenities at
the top of her lungs, as she rode him to more orgasms
than she could count.

Josh's embarrassed explanation for the rest of the
time until I came home was, "hanged for a farthing;
hanged for a pence."  [I don't understand that,
Homer.]  My fallen husband gladly let the minxes take
turns fucking him silly and he must have filled each
horny pussy full several times over.  I was only in
the hospital a few days, but it was enough for Josh to
put a baby in each of my "helpers."  Knowing how sexy
Josh is, though, I could understand the girls' wanting
Josh to make them pregnant; and knowing how horny Josh
is, I sure couldn't blame him.  I just made him
promise never to do it again.

"Oh, honey, of course not.  I promise I won't even
look at them!"

"Yes you will look; they'll make sure of that, and
you'll fuck them, too.  I know them too well.  Just
promise that you'll only fuck one of them bareback at
a time," I told him gravelly as I handed him a large
box of condoms.  "From now on, no more than two
pregnant at once," I admonished.

You should have seen that smile!

That was a happy time.  The house was getting back to
normal after my Marta, Maria's Mario-Jesus, Consuelo's
Jesus-David, Rosa's Ramon-Jesus, and Lupe's
Gabriel-Jesus were born.  ("Josh," in Spanish they
told me is "Jesus.")  Fortunately, three maternal
grandmothers appeared to help out with the five new
babies, although they also helped themselves to my
Josh, too.  By the time they went home, the
grandmothers were all working on younger uncles and
aunts for their new grandchildren to play with.

That's about the time the trouble started.  There was
a charity ball at the Petroleum Club that brought
together people from all the oil companies and local
elite.  I was well along toward getting my figure back
after Marta and dressed accordingly in a little black
number and high heels.  It was pretty short and I'll
admit I looked and felt hot.  I kept glancing
appreciatively at the bulge in Josh's pants as he
drove us to the club, trying unsuccessfully to keep
his eyes on the road.  I started wondering if I should
be thinking of a name.

I'll dance with anyone, so I thought nothing of it
when Bull Parker, the company project manager, asked
me onto the floor while Josh was making one of the
local Senoras swoon.  I knew Bull and Josh were rivals
because I had heard enough of their arguments, but I
wasn't thinking about that as Bull pulled me into his
arms.  It was sort of flattering to feel a big brawny
man get a hard-on just from being near a thirty-one
year old mother of eleven kids.  Bull is quite a good
dancer and it was easy to just relax and let him lead
wherever he would.  Therefore I was surprised when I
suddenly found myself alone with him on an isolated
balcony with his hand on my boobs.

Now I'm a pretty short-fused girl, and yes, he was
turning me on.  But, no, I wasn't that stupid. 
Besides, I sensed that this wasn't about lust; it was
about power.  Bull wanted to fuck me because I was
Josh's wife.  I told him quietly to stop, then not so
quietly and finally I slapped him as hard as I could. 
He grabbed my shoulders and I screamed.  Suddenly
there was a commotion.  Josh was at my side and Bull
Parker was lying on the floor with a little blood
trickling out of his nose.

It was an ugly scene, but I never realized it would
have the consequences it did.  Two weeks later, I got
word that on a trip to inspect a new drilling site,
the boat Josh was in overturned and only Bull Parker's
men came back.  I was almost too crushed to be
suspicious, but I was.  The search was continuing, but
with Bull Parker's men in charge of it, I doubted they
were looking very hard.

Strangely, with Josh gone, Bull seemed a different
person, genuinely interested in trying to find at
least some trace of Josh and solicitous of my
feelings.  As the weeks wore on, I found my suspicions
diminish and myself warming to him.  I guess he could
tell, and one night after dinner at my house and a
second glass of wine in me, I let him kiss me.  That
was a mistake, because a kiss wasn't enough for either
of us.  I hadn't been fucked for weeks and couldn't
resist when his hand found my nipple.  I was squirming
even before he slipped a finger into my panties.  I
was headed for a come and who knows what else when,
most uncharacteristically Marta started crying. 
Although I knew Rosita would take care of whatever it
was, it broke the spell, thank goodness.  I pushed
Bull away and resolved not to let this happen again.

Bull persisted in a fairly nice way and I realized
that, as hot as I am, sooner or later, I would give
in.  I just can't live without a man.  But I also knew
that if I let Bull take me as his mistress, it was
over for me and Josh even if by some miracle he were
found.  I could not accept that.  If I had to have a
man and I couldn't have Bull, there was only one
alternative: another man.  And the other man was
obvious -- my cook, Don Roberto.

As Bull came to see that his sweetness campaign wasn't
working, a crueler side of him re-emerged.  I came to
learn that he had a native woman from a down-river
tribe in his house at the base camp.  Apparently she
had been captured by some of Bull's men and he was
keeping her, almost as a sex slave.  Worse yet, he had
made her pregnant.  I threatened to raise a stink and
made him bring her back to the capital to live with me
until the baby was born and we could send her back to
her people.

The girl's name was Shana and she was very grateful to
me for rescuing her from Bull.  She tried to help
around the house and I let her some, but mainly I
insisted she rest and recover from Bull's hard
treatment of her.  The longer she stayed with us the
more Spanish she learned and soon we were able to
communicate pretty well.

One day I asked her about her home village and tribe. 
She looked at me as if trying to decide if she should
tell me.  Apparently she decided I was trustworthy and
began her tale.  It was so outlandish, I did not know
whether to believe it or even if I had understood her
correctly.  She said she was from a tribe of women,
only women.  Occasionally they were lucky enough to
capture a man whom they "tamed" for doing heavy work
but mainly for breeding.  When I asked why, she said
that only girl babies were born from these unions and
she did not even think it was strange.  (Homer thinks
it might must be something in the food the tribe eats
or a genetic trait.)

Moreover, just before she had been kidnapped by Bull's
men, she went on to say they had acquired a new man, a
white man.  He had not actually been captured, but
rescued from the river.  The whole tribe had rejoiced
at this favor of the gods.  I questioned her more
carefully about when this white man had appeared and
where her village lay and realized that everything
fit.  The man could be, no, I knew it *must be* Josh. 
I was thrilled.  I realized, however, that Josh had
gotten there through Bull Parker's designs and I could
not disclose what I had found out without putting both
Josh and the women in danger.  I made Shana promise to
let me go with her when she returned to her tribe. 
She was very happy that I wanted to see her village.

Hoping -- knowing -- I might one day find Josh was a
great relief, but it didn't solve my immediate problem
of what to put between my legs.  Oh, I had a nice
collection of toys and spent a small fortune on
batteries, but it wasn't the same.  I needed a man.

I didn't even need to seduce Don Roberto.  It had long
been obvious he liked looking at his sexy Madam.  And
he had been very sweet since Josh's disappearance. 
When I appeared in his room one afternoon during
siesta, he didn't have to ask why I was there.  I
couldn't make love to him; I could love only Josh, but
we did have sex, tender and passionate sex, and we
didn't miss many afternoons or nights from then on.

I can guess what you're thinking, but no, I did not
let him make me pregnant.  I took the precaution of
going on the pill two weeks before I first visited Don
Roberto.  We both knew what this was -- Madam
fulfilling a basic feminine need with a kind and
gentle man who was convenient and, fortunately, a good
lover.  The women of the house understood, too.  I
think even Don Roberto's wife, whom I insisted he
visit twice a month, understood.  *She* was the one
who got pregnant.

Life dropped back into a routine.  Everyone missed
Josh, but there was nothing I could do until it was
time to take Shana back to her village.  My only
concern was to make sure that the children, especially
my precocious [Knock it off, Homer!] Courtney and
Rachel didn't find out that Mommy was having the cook
fuck her silly every afternoon.  They might decide to
do the same with the older boys.  If they weren't
already.  I decided to get them on the pill, too.

Although Shana was happy to be well cared for, and she
was certainly glowing with health and her pregnancy, I
could tell she seemed troubled.  I asked her what was
wrong, but she was reluctant to tell me.  At last she
reached over and took my hand and told me how sorry
she was.  I smiled, telling her not to worry, that she
had made me very happy by giving me hope that my man
was alive.  She shook her head.  That was not what she
meant.

"It is not right that you who have been so good to me
should not be with child again.  If we were in my
village, I could gather herbs to help you.  It is not
proper for your servant to give children to your
subjects and not to his Queen."

"My servant?  His Queen?"  I thought for a moment and
was stunned.  Of course!  Shana thought of our
household as a kind of small village of women with one
man-servant and me as queen.  She knew I had Roberto
fucking me and she assumed I was trying to get
pregnant.  I almost laughed aloud until the
implications of the rest of what she said sunk in. 
"Give children to my subjects?"  My God!  It made
sense.  I wasn't the only woman who missed Josh and,
now that I thought about it, Roberto wasn't always as
ardent as I had expected.  And . . . and what about my
"subjects?"  Damn!  I should have noticed: Maria,
Consuelo, and Rosa were all starting to put on a
little weight again.

I didn't have time to get mad because Shana was still
talking.  "Even without the herbs, I can help you, my
Queen."

Things were getting out of control.  How could I
explain to Shana that I didn't want to be pregnant? 
She would never be able to understand that.  How did
she intend to help?  Could I refuse her assistance? 
Tell her I'd gotten myself pregnant eleven times
already without her help, thank you?  Yet clearly,
from her point of view, I did need "help."  She was
offering it with such sincerity, with such love and
concern for me.  I smiled and nodded my agreement.

I had no idea what her assistance would consist of,
but the very next afternoon as I was about to go sneak
out back for my daily fuck with Don Roberto, Shana
stopped me.  She shook her head and led me to my own
bedroom.  Had she set up a tryst there?  No, it was
empty, though the sheets were turned back in
preparation for use.  She led me to the bed and began
gently to undress me.

Partly out of curiosity and partly to humor her, I
allowed her to continue.  I noticed that she wasn't
too careful about the way she removed my blouse and
then my bra; her hands were touching me, almost as if
she were feeling me up.  Then her hands loosed my
skirt and tugged at my panties.  Again, her hands were
rubbing my buttocks and massaging between my thighs.

With no effort Shana laid me naked on the bed and
knelt beside me.  "My Queen must be readied.  She must
make a warm nest for the baby."

Before I could ask what she meant, I found out. 
Suddenly her mouth was suckling my breast, making my
nipple pop up even as her hand found its way between
my legs and began to tease my pussy.  I guess just the
sexy way she had undressed me already had me more
aroused than I knew, because as soon as she put her
finger in me, I realized I was wet.

Soon I was wetter.  This girl knew how to please a
woman.  If I hadn't been horny out of my mind, I
probably would have been thinking that I had never
done this before and that maybe I wouldn't like it. 
But I wasn't thinking that -- or anything.  I was just
gasping from the sensations that flooded over me as
Shana worked my titties with her lips and tongue. 
Carefully she inserted two and then three fingers into
my gushing pussy, bringing me closer and closer to...

"Ahhhhiiiiiieee!"  I screamed as I came.  Hard! 
Shatteringly!  I felt I couldn't breath for a few
seconds.  I did not understand what Shana was cooing
in her own language, but the meaning was clear. 
"Relax, baby.  You've just had a good come.  Enjoy the
afterglow."  I could do nothing more -- or so I
thought.  But then I felt Shana's fingers in me again
and her head slip between my legs, which seemed to
open all by themselves to receive her.

If having her finger me to orgasm was wonderful, what
can I say about her eating me?  I won't try, but in no
time I was again braying in ecstasy as her tongue on
my clit shot bolt after bolt of electricity through
me.  I know I must have passed out, at least for a few
seconds.

It must have been for more than a few, because when I
next opened my eyes, Shana was standing beside me
holding a naked Don Roberto by the hand.  It was
weird, as if the two of us didn't know how to fuck and
Shana was showing us, step by step.  He seemed as
strangely passive as I as she positioned him between
my legs and guided his prick into me.  That it slid in
easily was obvious, juiced-up as I was from two of the
most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced.  Then,
like some obscene parody of a gym coach, she directed
the movements of his prick in and out of me.

Shana must have had some kind of magic to adjust Don
Roberto's thrusts to my response, although I suppose
she was only observing me closely.  In seconds I was
on the edge of another orgasm -- and stayed there! 
And stayed.  And stayed!  I would have pleaded for
release but the moment itself was too perfect -- not
that I think I could have gotten words out, anyway.  I
was in another world.  Nothing existed in that world
except my pussy and a huge brown prick that was
fucking me as I had never been fucked.  When I thought
these sensations were more than I could take, I was
overwhelmed by yet another: Shana expertly rubbing my
clit in perfect time with Don Roberto's in-and-out
motions.

When this orgasm broke over me, it wasn't a wave it
was a tsunami.  [Homer!]  To say "I came" would be
misleading.  I did nothing.  It just happened to me. 
I was tossed, thrown, punched.  I was FUCKED!

I don't remember Don Roberto's reactions, so caught up
was I in my own orgasm.  I'll bet it was a doozy, but
by the time I could focus on anything not between my
legs, Don Roberto was gone.  Only Shana remained,
smiling down at me.  I felt full to overflowing with
fuck.  Shana seemed to be of the same opinion and
wanted me to stay that way.  Gently she made me lift
my butt enough to slip pillows under me.  I was a
little uncomfortable, but she had a cure for that too.
 A gentle stroking of my clit made me forget
everything again.  She spoke softly to me again, but I
only understood "My Queen...my Queen."  As a final
soft orgasm flowed over me like a warm bath and I
drifted off to sleep, I vaguely suspected I had been
"tamed."

I didn't wake up until the next morning, although I
had the dozy idea that Don Roberto had come to my bed
again that night and fucked me senseless, except that
I was *already* senseless. .  And I sort of remembered
that afterwards I had slept in Shana's arms.  But when
I finally got out of bed, I knew I had been fucked --
long, hard, and well.  I felt so good, I couldn't
believe it.  I had no doubt that if I had not been on
the pill, I would be pregnant.  And if there was ever
a candidate for contraceptive failure, I guess I was
it.

Shana didn't take such a "hands on" supervision of all
my fucks over the next few days, but she let everyone
know who was in charge of getting Madam's pussy
properly filled.  And even when my pills called for me
to have my period (it was sooo sweet to see how
disappointed she was) she continued to sleep with me. 
Soon enough Shana taught me how to lick, and nuzzle,
and tongue her to orgasms that made her squeak with
joy.  We weren't lezzies, but we sure did a good
imitation.

Before she could be disappointed by my next "period,"
Shana went into labor.  Maybe it was all those
orgasms, but it was really easy.  She told me one day
after lunch her water had broken and we had her in the
clinic a half hour later.  By sundown Shana was
nursing a beautiful little girl that looked nothing
like Bull Parker, fortunately.

A month after Shana's baby was born, she was pestering
me to go home.  I tried to delay things for the baby's
sake, but figured she had a better idea than I did
about the rigors of the trip than I did.  Don Roberto
helped us prepare for the trip and to keep it secret
from the men of the camp by going to a different
jumping off point for the down river trip.  Money was
no object, so I arranged for us to go as far as
possible by helicopter -- that almost blew Shana's
mind.

In the little jungle town, Roberto arranged for
helpers to pilot the boat, carry the food and
equipment.  Shana had told me that she would guide us
to the landing where the boat would wait for me and (I
secretly hoped) Josh to come back.  After three days
on the wide, brown river, Shana pointed to a spot to
stop.  I could see nothing different about this one
spot, but she was very definite.  The boat pulled
ashore on a narrow river beach and we began walking. 
I carried only some water and a few rations.  Shana
carried only her baby, carefully wrapped into a parcel
on her back.  In three days the little angel had only
nursed and slept and today was no different.

By afternoon a faint trail had appeared which soon
became wider.  Then someone spotted us and the jungle
seemed to erupt with women -- laughing, hugging Shana,
pointing at the baby, laughing again, and pointing at
me.  This was the biggest event anyone could remember.
 Their sister disappeared and then returned, with a
baby, and a strange-looking white woman!

They almost carried us to the village and amid great
ceremony Shana told her story (I guessed from the
looks of wonder).  I seemed to be an important part of
it; Shana later told me the women were extremely
grateful to me for taking care of their sister and
bringing her back to them.  Their gratitude was very
nice, but that wasn't my main concern.  I was keeping
my eye out for Josh.

During the excited welcome, he was nowhere to be seen,
but at nightfall a fire was lit, and a more formal
ceremony began.  As a tall woman, perhaps my age,
emerged from a large hut followed by several others,
also noticeably older than the young women who had
greeted us, I spotted Josh -- and his handiwork.  He
was led to a stool below, surrounded by the Queen and
her court.  All the women were glowingly, gloriously
pregnant!

I tried to catch Josh's eye, but soon gave up,
recognizing that little was going on behind the
slightly silly smile he wore.  I asked Shana about
this and she grinned, explaining that men are very
dangerous and are only allowed out among women after
they have been "tamed."

How is that done, I asked.  She explained that there
is a 'taming' ceremony at which the man is fed special
herbs and given palm wine to make him very happy.  All
the women dance before him and last of all the Queen. 
All the women have some taming magic, but the Queen's
is the most powerful.  When the Queen had finished
dancing for him, she takes the man to her quarters and
sleeps with him.  After one night with her, the man is
completely docile and will do anything she or the
other women say.

I guessed that it was some kind of hypnotism and
remembered how I felt in bed with Shana.  Whatever it
was, it had Josh hooked.  I asked what they had Josh
do.  Shana just laughed as if I couldn't see from all
the pregnant bellies of the women.  She explained that
he was being passed from woman to woman in order of
hierarchy starting with the Queen.  As soon as the
first woman either missed or got her next period, he
was sent to another one who was fertile, spending an
average of about two weeks with each.  Josh had been
missing about seven months and I counted about fifteen
swelling tummies (and I could have missed some that
weren't showing yet).  Apparently he was as sure a
marksman with these women as he had been with me.

By now it was pretty evident that my arrival was not a
coincidence and that there was some connection between
the white man and the white woman.  The next day I
asked to talk with the Queen.  Shana translated and I
attempted to tell her that Josh was my man and that I
wanted him back.

Of course, they found totally foreign the idea of a
woman owning a man all to herself.  (That was the way
Shana translated it back to me.  It sounded strange,
but I kind of liked it.)  Shana vouched for my story
that in the up-river world, there were many men and
yes, it was perhaps possible that a man could be one
woman's exclusive property.  (Yes!)  I explained that
I loved this man and had lived with him for over ten
years and that he had given me eleven babies.  This
brought gasps of amazement and (I realized later) envy
and some resentment that one woman should monopolize a
man like that.

Considering the gulf between our worlds, the Queen was
amazingly sympathetic.  She said she thanked me for
bringing one of her daughters back and that I deserved
a reward, but she could not part with the tribe's only
man.  She pointed out that there were scores of women
that had never had a child and that the tribe's only
man was too valuable to let go.  She gently implied
that I was selfish, since, if what I had said was
true, I could easily get another man back upriver to
make me pregnant.  I tried to explain that it was Josh
I wanted, but she was adamant.

That night I cried as I hadn't since Josh first
disappeared.  Here he was; I had seen him -- my Josh
-- but I couldn't have him.  Shana comforted me as
best she could and got me off with several thundering
orgasms, but the ache in my heart was unabated.  The
next day Shana escorted me to the landing.  I had to
leave -- alone.

In the four-days trip back up river, I formed a plan.

I began by pretending to start to like Bull again.  He
was such an egotist that it was easy for him to
believe that the horny, grieving widow was finally
getting the hots for him.  I went slowly as perhaps a
woman in my circumstances would, gradually allowing
him to take me out, hold my hand, put his arm around
me.  I made him play the gentleman he wasn't and never
would be.  Soon I was teasing him unmercifully, while
seeming only to be coy.

On uncounted nights, Bull thought he would be able to
go all the way with me, only to have me put him off at
the last minute.  You'd better believe that I was
getting my lights fucked out by Don Roberto during
this time; I didn't want any slip-ups with Bull. 
Gradually I led him to believe that I was falling in
love with him, that I was hot to fuck him, but I
couldn't until I knew for sure what had happened to
Josh.

Then I had Don Roberto spread the tale of the tribe of
women and a strange white man among the people down
river from the base camp.  Bull *had* to agree to
investigate that.  I insisted on going along with him
and his henchmen, the ones that had been with Josh
when he disappeared.  When plans were firm, I sent
word to Shana that I was returning with a group of men
and that she should be ready.

We took the three-day trip down river, looking for a
landmark that Shana had given me in a return message. 
Sure enough, we found the three burned clearings and
beached the boat.  Soon a group of women arrived,
greeted us warmly and with apparent surprise.  I
recognized some of the women; Shana stayed out of
sight, thinking Bull might recognize her.  I doubted
it; to him she had been just a sleek brown body to
impregnate.

Bull and the men attempted to explain our mission, but
before 'talking business' the women insisted they must
properly welcome us.  We trudged toward the village,
Bull's men getting a feast of the swaying round asses
of the welcoming party.  I had an idea of what is
coming, but Bill and the other men didn't.

The village was the busy, bustling place I remembered.
 I noticed that since my previous visit, a number of
women were nursing infants and a new crop of newly
pregnant tummies was evident.  I could see Josh was
still at work, even though I couldn't see him.

As night fell, a large fire was lighted in the center
of the village.  Bull and his men were seated around
the fire and pretty, flirty girls brought around
plates of food and gourds of wine.  I fell back and
found Shana to watch the fun.  We kissed quickly and
she began fondling my tits.  It felt sooo good!  I
hadn't even been able to masturbate during the trip
and was instantly aroused.  Shana understood and
slipped her fingers in me, bringing me to two nice
quick comes.  "Now you can enjoy the taming ceremony,"
she grinned as we turned our attention to the men.

The fire had gone down a little and a pounding
drumbeat was gradually growing louder.  The serving
women were now bringing more drink than food and their
clothing had grown skimpier.  Large unencumbered
breasts were dangled in front of the men's eyes as the
women leaned down to refill their drinks.  The
loincloths barely covered their dark provocative
bushes.  And when a girl stood close enough to a
seated man, he couldn't avoid smelling a cunt in heat.
 I saw the men grow tipsy and boisterous as the women
teased them.

Suddenly silence welled up like a cobra rising from
its basket.  At the sound of a gong, five half-naked
women leapt into the circle and positioned themselves,
one in front of each man.  Talking, laughing, and
ribald remarks ceased as a woman began to writhe
slowly before each man, her movements in time with the
imperceptibly accelerating drum.

The men were riveted by the swaying of the women's
hips and bouncing titties, none more than Bull
himself.  I recognized the woman dancing before him. 
She was larger and a little older than the others. 
But what she lacked in youth, she made up in a sultry
sexiness.  Seeing who their leader was, the Queen had
taken on Bull as her own project.  Like the others,
she had a bright silver disk dangling from her neck in
from of her large round tits.  Bull could not take his
eyes off of those tits and so he stared, too, at the
shining, flashing disk.

As the dance accelerated, Shana and I giggled to see
the women inch closer to the men, forcing them to look
up at those wonderfully round bouncing boobs at a
tiring, uncomfortable angle.  The drum was louder now,
as well as faster, and filled the ears of the
transfixed, intoxicated men as the flashing disks
filled their eyes.  Shana and I watched and grinned as
we saw Bull Parker and his men falling into the power
of the Queen and her court.  The men were being
"tamed!"

Now the drum grew still louder and the rhythm more
frenetic.  [Ho-mer!]  The dancers ground their hips in
the faces of the men.  Their stares become glassy. 
Equally noticeable were their hands.  Quite
unconsciously, the men had started masturbating. 
Suddenly the drum and the dancers stopped.  The men
hardly reacted, so deep was the spell they were under.
 Perfect!

Then I noticed a bit of light creep back into Bull
Parker.  He was a hard man, a willful man, not an easy
man to "tame," by the looks of it.  Slowly, as if
waking from a dream, he began to look around him.  The
other dancers had fallen on his entranced comrades. 
Rock Andrews was lying cradled in the arms of a busty
dancer, sucking her breast, his eyes closed in a
docile, beatific smile.  Red Marsh's head was thrown
back as he sucked the pussy of a smiling woman who
kneeled over him, slowly jacking him off.  Two others
-- Bull couldn't see who in the dim firelight -- were
lying with their pants down around their ankles, their
heads lolling, as two smirking women methodically rode
them toward orgasm.

Like a lonely, cornered animal, Bull instinctively
sensed the danger and poised for fight or flight.  The
Queen looked down at him and saw his partially
successful efforts to throw off the spell. 
Immediately, she stepped forward, dropped her cloth,
and thrust her crotch in his face.  The scent of a hot
pussy must have hit Bull Parker with the force of a 2
x 4.  Shana and I looked at each other as we watched
Bull fighting the magnetic pull of the Queen's rank,
dripping love slit.  Bull was no longer looking around
at his vanquished followers; he was looking straight
ahead, straight at the moist, bushy cunt in front of
his eyes.  The Queen was looking down at the big man,
amused.  She could see him weakening; she knew the one
instinct that could overcome the anger leading to
resistance, the fear leading to flight: lust.

In a final effort to free himself, Bull brought up his
hands, just about high enough to shield his eyes from
the bewitching sight and odor before him, perhaps
enough to push away the tempting view that held him
fast.  He reached out and with a lunge, grabbed the
Queen's ass and buried his face in her warm snatch.

A kind of cheer went up from the watching women as the
last man went down to defeat.  The Queen allowed the
slavering man to fill his mouth and nose with her lust
inducing juices for several long seconds, then dropped
them both to the mat placed nearby for that purpose. 
As Bull lost himself between those plump, delectable
thighs, nimble fingers removed his clothes and the
Queen began stoking his hardened prick.

The game was over: brown women 5, white men 0.  Now
the fun began.  Shana kissed me and pointed to one of
the dancers, a curvy little thing, who was already
taking her captive away to her hut.  The contrast of
the petite woman leading the hulking man by the hand,
like a little boy being put to bed by his nanny,
brought a gush to my pussy.

I desperately wanted Shana between my legs, but I
forced myself to wait to see what the Queen would do
with Bull.  She wasn't taking chances.  Long after
eating her had reduced him to a quivering ball of
lust, she continued to stroke his prick and nuzzle and
whisper in his ear.  At last she stood and raised him
with her hand.  Bull's eyes were closed and he wore a
face of perfect contentment.  Slipping her arm around
his waist, the Queen took her new lover and strolled
into the shadows.

It would have been fun to see the women work on the
men all night, bringing them to the edge of orgasm
again and again, making them crave release more than
anything.  I would have loved to watch the final
collapse of each man's resistance, his utter
subjugation to the will of his new dominatrix, but I
had more important desires that needed satisfying.

Shana took me to her hut where we renewed our love.  I
don't know who was first and who next, and next, and
next as we each took our pleasure in pleasuring the
other.  I slept more happily in her arms that night
than any since I slept last with Josh.  We didn't wake
until the sun was well up.

That afternoon I sought another audience with the
Queen.  She looked a little tired, but happy. 
Apparently even tamed, Bull was a vigorous and
satisfying lover.  I hoped she was in a good mood as I
renewed my petition.  I felt on pretty firm ground.  I
had brought the tribe five healthy men, not too old
(even Bull was only in his forties).  I wanted only
one in return: my Josh.

The Queen said that she had consulted the other women
and all seemed pleased <grin> with their men.  From
the little smile, I could tell the Queen was more than
a little pleased with Bull.  She agreed, therefore
that I could have Josh ... provided.

"Provided *what*?"  I asked, not as respectfully as I
should have, but I was frustrated.

"Provided the men all perform satisfactorily."  Shana
translated.

Now I was confused.  I though she had just said she
and the other women found the new men did fuck
satisfactorily.  Then it dawned on me.  I wasn't
leaving with my *proven* stud until the ability of
Josh's replacements to make the tribeswomen pregnant
was also proven.  They wouldn't even share Josh with
me until they were sure.

It was a tense few weeks but one by one the women who
were "trying out" the new men missed their periods. 
At last the Queen happily announced that she, too, was
going to have another baby, Bull's baby.  I had done
it!  I was overjoyed when Shana came to take me to the
Queen's quarters and I at last saw my Josh.  I had to
admit she had taken good care of him.  He was a little
trimmer, more muscular and nicely tanned.  I almost
drooled to see my sexy husband again.  He still had
the happy out-of-it look and didn't recognize me, but
I wasn't worried.

Through Shana, the Queen asked me if I wanted her to
"untame" him now.  I thought and said no, it would be
better if I could wait until I had him home.  Could
she tell me how to do it?  She smiled as I might when
giving away my favorite cookie recipe.

"It's easy.  Just say, 'uuusha,'" she whispered so
Josh would not hear. Then she smiled even more and
added, "That will also work if you ever need to 'tame'
him again," she winked.  The Queen spoke a few words
to Josh, apparently telling him that the white woman
was his new mistress.  He looked at me and smiled.

A few days later everything was in readiness for the
return.  Josh would be able to manage the boat with
just two people in it.  I was eager to get started,
but Shana asked if I could delay our departure until
the next day.  Although for her part in bringing the
five new men to the village, she stood high on the
list of those to be impregnated, Shana didn't want to
have one of their babies, however.  She was at her
most fertile time right now, she said.  Would I,
please, this one time, let Josh be the one to make her
pregnant?

I felt honored.  I thought it over and laughed.  "Only
if I get to watch you and then join in."

*****

I had my story ready when we returned to the company
camp.  We had found Josh -- although he was very sick.
 On the way back, however, the boat had overturned and
this time it was Bull and his men who were lost. 
There was a stir and searches, but I knew the women
would never allow the men to be found.  I sometimes
felt a little bad about them, but not very.  Each was
either single or had abandoned his wife years ago. 
All had been complicit in Josh's disappearance.  And,
besides, they were all in macho heaven, surrounded by
hundreds of women who wanted nothing more from them
than to fuck the pigs and get pregnant with their
babies.

I didn't 'untame' Josh until we were back in our house
the capital.  He was very surprised that the "fever"
he suffered made him unable to remember anything about
his captivity and my rescue of him, but he couldn't
deny it happened.  I soon had the proof.  It was
pretty obvious that our new baby, whom I insisted we
call "Shana," was conceived in me the same night that
he was leaving Shana something to remember him by.

*****

Really, sometimes, even after years of being married
to my wonderful husband, he still surprises me.  Would
you believe, an educated man like him being
superstitious?  It's true.  Why, one night a couple of
months ago, I pointed out that Shana no longer needed
quite so much attention and maybe it was time to start
thinking about making another baby.  Josh got terribly
upset, talking about how unlucky it would be to have
thirteen children.  I let him rant; he's so cute when
he gets mad.

Of course I love Josh too much the way he is to play
with his mind, but he just wasn't being reasonable.  I
saw that I would have to "tame" him a little.  When he
finished ranting, I snuggled up to him and whispered,
"uuusha."  Fortunately, it was only his mind that was
tamed; the sex was anything but.  He filled my
waiting, fertile pussy with his seed as always and I
didn't doubt the results.  Unfortunately, I forgot to
"untame" him for the rest of that weekend while I was
away visiting a friend.  You guessed it!  If you
looked carefully at Maria, Consuelo, Rosa, and Lupe
today, you'd see some suspiciously tight panties --
just like mine.

The End

Heroically proofread by Joshua Madden, to whom many
tanks.  [See, I'm hopeless withoug a proofreader.]


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